作曲 : Kovaly Ah, my God what is this land of America? So many people travelling there I will go too for I am still young God the Lord will grant me good luck there You, my wife stay here 'til you hear from me When you get my letter, put everything in order Mount a raven black steed, a horse like the wind Fly across the ocean to join me here Ah, but when she arrived in this strange land Here in McKeesport, this valley, this valley of fire Only his grave, his blood did she find Over it, bitterly she cried Ah, my husband, what've you done to this family of yours? What can you say to these children, to these children you've orphaned? Tell them my wife not to wait, not to wait, not to wait for me Tell them I lie here, in the American land
作曲 : Kovaly Ah, my God what is this land of America? So many people travelling there I will go too for I am still young God the Lord will grant me good luck there You, my wife stay here 'til you hear from me When you get my letter, put everything in order Mount a raven black steed, a horse like the wind Fly across the ocean to join me here Ah, but when she arrived in this strange land Here in McKeesport, this valley, this valley of fire Only his grave, his blood did she find Over it, bitterly she cried Ah, my husband, what've you done to this family of yours? What can you say to these children, to these children you've orphaned? Tell them my wife not to wait, not to wait, not to wait for me Tell them I lie here, in the American land
